Apologies for the huge delay - life has been quite hectic. Anyways, enjoy!

Small disclaimer: If there is such a thing as Peter Pan: the new Broadway Musical, I had no idea.

It was a beautiful day to sail - not that Killian cared. He busied himself with the methodical work of mounting the sails, ignoring the prince beside him, and ignoring his thoughts. He then turned to David. "Have you ever sailed a ship before?" he wondered.

"As a matter of fact, I have. I wasn't always a prince, you know," David replied.

"I'm aware of that, however I didn't think that shepherds would ever find the need to sail."

"Well, when one has a friend living in Arendelle, one learns to go across the water."

Killian gave a small chuckle. "All that for the Kristoff lad? You two must have been quite a pair."

David allowed himself a small smile. "You have no idea," he said.

"How did the two of you even meet?"

"That, mate, is a very long story," David responded, while imitating the pirate.

"I have all the time in the world, Dave."

David sighed, "That's a story for another time. Maybe we should focus on the issue at hand," he suggested.

Killian walked over to the wheel of his ship. "I came here as a distraction from our... issue. I thought you could use one too."

"You're right. In fact, this whole town could afford one. However, we can't afford to waste time. We have to find Emma and Merlin, and bring everything back to normal. We don't have time to clear our heads and distract ourselves. We have to save the Savior."

Killian nodded, and threw his hands up in defeat. "What do you suggest we do then?" he asked.

"I have absolutely no idea. I don't know what we're supposed to do. Hell, I don't even know how to function properly right now," David responded.

You spoke my thoughts there, Dave. I don't know what to do without my Swan. I've learned to live with both our lives intertwined, yet here I am, alone, confused, and lonely. I just want to shout out my frustrations, but you wouldn't understand. Yes, she's your daughter. The one you sent away to save you when she turned 28. She saved you then, and since then she's saved you time and time again. She's saved me multiple times too. I love her too. I've lost everyone I've ever loved, and I don't want her name added to that list, Killian thought. Wait. Merlin, was it? That sounds so familiar. Where did I hear that name?

"David!"

The prince turned from the water to face Killian. "What?"

"I've heard of the name Merlin. I think I may have met him," Killian said, his eyes brimming with hope.

David smiled, "Really?"

The pirate nodded, and his face fell. "There's only one problem. I have no idea where or when I would have possibly met this Merlin."

"Hey, it's a start. How about we turn this ship around and do some research?"

Killian frowned in confusion. "Research? On what? Or who?"

David grinned. "You. We're going to do some research on you," he said.

"Well then, we should find Henry. He knows almost everything on everyone around here. Besides, maybe this could cheer up the lad."

Upon returning to shore, David and Killian returned to the loft, to find Henry sitting on the sofa silently. Mary Margaret and Neal were nowhere to be seen, presumably still out and about. Hook quickly explained to Henry the events of the short boat ride. He suddenly rose from the couch, and ran to the door. He said no words, but the two men could understand that his expression meant: what are we waiting for?

The pirate, the prince, and the Author walked to the library, and found it deserted.

"Why is the door open if there isn't even anybody here?" Killian thought aloud.

"Belle must be too concerned about Gold to even think about leaving his side. Even if it's to lock the doors," David presumed.

"Well, it's okay. I know that Belle arranged this place by genre. All we have to do is find the fairy tales and children's stories," Henry said.

"Excuse me," scoffed Killian, "I will have you know that I most certainly do not belong in a children's story. No child could ever handle hearing about a dashingly handsome pirate and his extraordinary adventures."

"Keep thinking that, Hook. I'm sure it'll get you far," said David.

Once Henry had found the right section of the library, the trio combed through every book, searching for the right story. Title after title portrayed Killian as the villain, and he was getting rather frustrated.

"Are you telling me that in every version of this stupidity known as the 'true story of Peter Pan', he's the hero and I ruin everything? What kind of world am I living in?"

Hook received no response, but David and Henry shared a small laugh.

After searching the library for hours with no results, David decided to call it a day. Killian quickly agreed to stop reading about his 'alter ego'. However, Henry refused to leave. He was determined to find a story about Captain Hook that no one had ever read. Unfortunately, he feared that such a story only existed in said pirate's head.

"Henry, you can't just stay here by yourself," David commented.

"It's not like you won't be able to see me, you two will be at Granny's," he countered.

"I still can't leave you here alone. What would your mothers think of me then?"

"My moms are nowhere to be found right now, so what they think of you is irrelevant."

"Dave, he'll be fine," Killian assured the prince. "We're only going across the street."

David sighed. "Fine. Henry you can stay for one hour. If you're not at Granny's in sixty minutes I -"

"I get it, grandpa. One hour."

The two men left the building, leaving Henry alone with his research.

Fifty-five minutes later, Henry had still not found a new story about Killian. He had found ten copies of Peter Pan translated into German, thirty copies in Spanish, and five copies of Peter Pan: the new Broadway Musical.

He sighed, and decided to head over to the diner. He gathered his belongings and attempted to clean up the area. He headed towards the door when he noticed an unusual red book on Belle's desk. He approached the table, and picked up the book. It was a fairly large tome, almost as big as his storybook. However, it had far fewer pages, and bore no title. Henry opened the book, and read the first page. He gasped at the words he saw, then sprinted out the door.